girlofprey

I think I might be cursed. It seems like the more comfortable shoes I try to put on, the more pain my feet end up in. 'I don't have the little sock things that take the pressure off from my black shoes' I thought. 'Oh well. I shall wear my satin butterfly pump/slipper things. For a treat. Yay!'

Not so much. It's not so much true to say my feet have blisters, as to say my blisters mysteriously resemble feet. I'm starting to wonder if I'm actually just rubbish at walking. Needless to say, there will be soothing, soothing lotion tonight, and hopefully I'll be able to make it to the station tomorrow. And of course it would be the week I can't even call my parents for a lift. You win again, gravity God.

Anyway. I watched the Mystery Men last night. ( Stuff )

Also I want there to be a Barton Fink songvid to Madonna's 'Hollywood'. Because YES. But I don't expect anyone else to share my madness.

You're all ace.